The frost on the grass looks almost like glass
The mist in the air drifts slowly
The cold on the pane reaches me again
As the ground looks chilled below me
But although there is a definite chill in the air
As I look outside I am suddenly aware
That the frost and the mist take the edges away
Making the view somehow less grey
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